Hey Watcher!

Hey Watcher!
Why did you delete my bathroom sink, you know how much I so love to wash the dishes in there & drink water in the bathroom. It's so my favorite room in my place.

Hey Sim!
Seriously? I gave you beautiful decors, a cool TV, a very nice radio, an awesome computer, a variety of hobby objects to play with, a comfy chair, a very comfy bed & a wonderful kitchen & you still prefer the bathroom among all the other rooms.

Hey watcher, how could you forget to celebrate my birthday? ?

"Hey Watcher! It's been 7 silent years. How much longer must I wait to have a stereo?"

Dear, wonderful Watcher,

I know most Sims haven't taken the time to compliment or thank you lately, so I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate how well you protect me from the myriad evil demons that plague us poor Sims.

For example, when you create me, a mischievous imp called CAS invariably attempts to manipulate my appearance.

The wicked CAS tries to dress me in outlandish attire and pierce my face in several places. CAS takes special pleasure in making me wear glasses and hats to bed. And, worst of all, CAS attempts to force me to wear the Eyeball Ring. Thank you, Watcher, for saving me from the cruel pranks of CAS.

When I order a drink or a meal and, for some inexplicable reason, decide to let another Sim take my purchase without doing anything more to defend what is mine than wave my hand from side to side, you always lead me to buy another treat. This bully of a Sim has obviously been enchanted by a wicked spirit, and you always prevent the Dark Side from prevailing in the end.

When I am somehow bewitched by a spirit that moves me to arrive at the Spice Festival on a cold, windy winter night wearing only the towel I had wrapped around me while receiving a massage, you kindly direct me to spin myself into a sweater and jeans. I would freeze to death without your tender care.

When I unwisely choose to spend all my time staring at my TV, repeatedly grilling meals, or Trolling teh Forums, you wisely redirect me to a more productive activity. Thanks to your careful attention, I have learned to support myself by writing, painting, and gardening, and I have the body of a Greek Watcher. By the way, thank you for the lovely TV, grill, and computer. I will try to use them less obsessively from now on.

And, finally, you insisted on letting me give my Simoleons, a thousand at a time, to a Sim I'd never met named Bess Sterling. I'm so very sorry that I doubted Bess's intentions. I did not deserve the §25,000 Bess eventually gave me, or the weekly payments I receive because her business succeeded. And now I've made a friend in Evergreen Harbor, too.

Thank you again, wonderful Watcher.
Your Sim

"Hey Watcher! The clothing is in categories for a reason. The Sulani wrap-around skirts are not yoga wear. The Princess Leia dress is not a nightgown. The graduation robes are not cold-weather gear. Other Sims are going to look at me funny."

Watcher: "Have you seen those Sims? They're all wearing bee bonnets and space helmets. In the sauna. They've got nothing on you."

"Hey watcher, I know you gave me gorgeously customized outfits for each category, but I'm gonna go ahead and wear hideous situational outfits 99% of the time when you see me out in public anyway."

Dear Watcher,

Would you please bring down some holy vengeance upon the cruel demon that thought it would be a good thing to put a shark fin on Chestnut, this sweet stray Dalmatian?
https://i.imgur.com/NX67g6P.png

I feel so sorry for her. I tried to use the power you so kindly gave me through testingcheats to restore Chestnut's dignity, but unless I add a human Sim to her household, not even testingcheats can help her.

Please, Watcher. Chestnut did nothing to deserve this.
Your dog-loving Sim

'Hey Llama God. Could you maybe remove the skunk bushes from Cavalier Cove? I'm sick of Blue coming home, smelling like a rubbish dump!'

Supriya Delgato, is it? Sadly, no matter how many times I shift-left click on those unsightly bushes, they always seem to appear again.

'Oh.'

What I can do, Mrs Delgato, is stop your dog from going in there autonomously, via the arcane magic of mods. More specifically, MCCC!

'Thank you, Llama God!'

No problem, Supriya Delgato!

Great thread! :joy:

Hey Watcher, just because I live alone and prank my own toilet, doesn't mean you have to be so judgy about it. I entertain myself. I laugh at my own jokes all day. Quit complaining and repair the toilet, you love leveling up the mechanical skill.

Hey Watcher, yes, I realize we are at The Festival of Light in Senbamachi during the SUMMER, why do you have to be so critical of my fuzzy winter Christmas hat that I put on with my Kimono? Nobody else here cares except you. Leave me alone I am eating Taiyaki. Stop looking for a mirror, I see what you are doing, I am not taking off my hat.

Hey Watcher, you did not properly plan for this trip into the countryside, why the heck didn't you give me a tent?! I have to sleep on a bench now??? Are you KIDDING me?!

Hey Watcher, thank you so much for watching over my University studies so carefully. I would never in a million years have graduated without you never mind got A+ in every subject. Thank you so much, my life can begin with a good career. *respectful bow*.

Hey Watcher, for your information Batuu popcorn is an excellent and healthy breakfast food for toddlers, you are so ignorant.

Hey Watcher, thank you for removing the toddler high chair and installing a bench in my kitchen for my toddlers to sit on and eat. I heard about Eliza Pancakes toddler, so tragic how Iggy got taken away like that ... Bob should have just let Eliza handle the mealtimes instead of arguing with her, fighting over who should put him in the high chair, then the neighbours calling social services like that .. omg was the high chair really to blame? Best thing it's gone from my home ...

@Elliandre thank you so much for my late afternoon chuckle. Your post was just too amusing. Loved it. :)